Just Random Poems, Stories and School References

She went to the beach, ready to give up For her, it seemed easy than dealing with invisible monsters everyday She wanted to end the pain and sufferings- bold, sudden, dramatic Thoughts randomly occupied her preposterous mind- staunch, decisive People won't understand how it feels. People questioned her sanity- her state of mind People only pretend to care now that they know death is visible in her eyes She wanted to unite with her sober thoughts- fleeting- like life itself, Staring at the vastness of the ocean, she didn't run She took her time, savored the last minutes before she'd be gone She sat on a small boat feeling it's presence comfort her unfixable soul She needed time alone- to think, to breathe To marry death, to unite with herself And in that final moment, she no longer appreciated the beauty of nature she once admired Beauty and tranquility surrounded her- but she no longer cared Remembering her existence, she still managed to smile.  Finally, she dove into

  Doesn't she look beautiful? With blood cracking on her lips, While crystals flow as she weeps Brightly leaving traces on her scrawny cheeks, Eyes puffed-- lack of sleep for a week Isn't she ravishingly adorned? With apparent rope marks on her delicate nape, Bruises like the purplish color of grape, Knife marks-- old and new-- layered on her wrists Calloused hands, dry and clenched fists. Doesn't she look appealing? With dried clear saline outlining her face, Hair that never speaks of glory nor grace Bloodshot eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, Body laying flat on the coffee-stained flooring.

For now, let us allow ourselves to weep. It is okay to deprive ourselves of sleep, Let's drown all our sorrows all night long In bottles of wine and sad songs. Let us not force ourselves to accept All the pain and 'what-ifs' without regret Let's bestow our hearts ample time to heal To finally be free from captivity of this inevitable feel. Compel your whole being to savor every shatter Do not forbid your mind to wager On hoping for impossible outcomes-- on risking-- Feel all the discrete resentment of losing. Find some ways to overcome it. Look for a serene place, loosen up a bit So that someday when we are both ready We will surely fall in love again, my dear, But not anymore with each other. And I hope this is not the end And maybe-- just maybe-- we can still be friends.

  I am a yellow sunflower when our paths cross I only wanted you to smile brightly as the sun But you still decided to pluck the rose Without realizing it is the one Who made you bleed with its thorn Who made you regret that summer afternoon. But I am just a sunflower-- the irony, And if only I were a red rose, I know you'd choose me.

I don't like sunsets anymore. I don't enjoy staring at the bright hues and that familiar vibrant color. I don't like reminiscing the obscure past It keeps on reminding me that some things don't last. I don't like wasting my time facing the once magical sky I only tend to question myself over and over again--why? I don't want to look back on those colorful patterns of pallets I only feel remorseful, sighing deep with countless regrets. I don't want to describe how scenic is the painted skies, It only remind me of your wicked, constant lies. I no longer admire the orange, red, yellow, pink and purple streaks It only pushes these damn tears to outline my cheeks I don't care about how picturesque the view of the setting sun is All I care is how to get rid of this mess. I want to go back to who I was before¬ Vibrant, cheerful, full of hopes and vigor¬ That's why I don't like sunsets anymore.

  What really went wrong? I've given them my all Wrote a thousand dedication poems Sang countless karaoke songs Spent most of my time with them Given up my heart and my soul Even forgot about going home Shown them utmost respect, yet, Abandonment is what I always beget Where did I go wrong? Why people won't stay long? Why every happy but fluky bond Slips out of my calloused fingers As fast as these pale white sand Can't unravel what I lack This self-reflection thing Has cost me everything, And left me stolid with nothing I am usually stabbed in my back After perching on my sanity Every good deed died in their memories After alleviating their burdens I'm always left with blank queries Where did I go wrong? People just come and go In and out of this monotonous cycle Where the friends in my circle Just pass by like some stranger Stealing your credence like a thief Before you know it, boom! You only have yourself. Qu'est ce qui ne s'est pas bien passe~ I'm in

Here I am-- again  Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain Into bleeding and excruciating words  That might end up killing me.  Damn, I need to let this out!   I need to release all the dramas and doubt.   My pen cries of simile again  Fighting considerately in vain,   Creating make-believe stories,   Drowned in almost vivid memories.   I try to ensconce myself  In awesome poems and proses  While gripping thorny roses  Trying to fix my broken self.  Metaphors that speak euphoria,   Rhymes that sound like paranoia,   Stanzas full of painful battles  Writing frustrations with beautiful titles--  Out of melancholy or perhaps emptiness--  I locked my soul in unreal happiness.  I opted to unspoken dialogues  Where I never have second thoughts on monologues.   This is how I silently wept.   This is where my thoughts are kept.

       That night, I ran as fast as I could and found myself lying on a bed of dried dandelions staring blankly at the clear skies, heavily panting. I wasn't there to count the stars or name all my favorite constellations. I just wanted to be alone. Thoughts were running through my mind, a hundred questions began to pop up. I felt unsure. All I know was I am on the verge of quitting but also considering to continue what I have started.     I thought life was so unfair. I had been through circumstances which was not included in my plans-- I wasn't prepared, I felt unsure.   It came unannounced. Life had given me silent battles which felt impossible to conquer. I didn't like that, I aimed for perfect one.     For hours I lay on the coldness of the grassland. I began counting the stars. I looked for the Milky Way-a faint smoke-like pattern stretched across the sky. I looked at Luna, smiling shyly on the other side. I saw how the stars, big and small, gave off different colors.

More than eleven thousand days have passed since I started this voyage. Laughters, anguish, challenges, setbacks, achievements; These shaped me into who I am presently Resilient. Strong. Persistent. Empowered. Life's roller coaster made me realize a lot of things paradoxically That people will only be there for you as long as you are beneficial to them That everything changes, even the so-called eternity is merely superficial. That trying to fit into somebody else's world is a big no-no Because you yourself has an own world waiting to be built and to ameliorate That being quixotic is not okay- foolishly impractical- Especially in the pursuit of your own worth as a human being and the essence of your existence That in life, you will be surrounded by lofty individuals- Insulting and questioning your own capabilities in haughty manners That discouragement is an everyday thing if you will allow them to get in I realized I should not be enervated Overbalance, dominance, supremacy-

Before you say you love her Have a drink with her first Wait until she becomes intoxicated Not to take advantage of her but notice the way she acts when she's drunk, Inebriated giggles and unwomanly speech with all sorts of curses Would you still love her? Before you say you love her Take a shower with her first Wait until all the traces of make-up disappears As soon as the eyebrow powder, foundation and lipstick fades Look at her bare face. Would you still love her? Before you say you love her You have to undress her first, Wait until she is completely naked Not to make love to her but stare at her imperfect physique Look closely at her scars and those tiger-like stretch marks. Would u still love her? Before you say you love her Sleep beside her and spend the night with her first Listen to her loud snores and notice her annoying gestures Wait until she wakes up in the morning Look at her uneven-toned, oily and acne-filled face. Would u still love her? Before you say you

She violates her own rules Just to be happy and free.  She is labeled stupid, a fool Because she failed... She is intoxicated by empty promises  But that's all she got When all else was gone, nevertheless.  And she failed... How much risk should she take? So she would no longer weep And curse herself before going to sleep? Because she failed... How many wrong people must she meet? Until she learns the lessons And she' ll accept the reasons Why she failed... How much reckless decisions will she make?  When everytime she asks, "Am I worth the try?" The answer makes her soul tremble and shake. Now tell me, can you blame her If she's a failure forever?

Fear death?-- to feel the sharp blades on my wrist Oozing deep red liquid, outlining my fragile arm Pain twinged in my once steady crest I'm almost there, away from anybody's harm Darkness awaits the struggles of my soul I feel numb, unshaken yet creepy Reaching for the light, coffee cups started to fall No, I am finally free! This strife will be over, what have I gained? Built paper walls around me, unimaginably high The chapter’s over, black ink smudges remained Breathing in and out, fighting for air; Sigh! Sigh! I was a fighter but can't stand no more Watching closely how demise covered my eyes Is this life really worth living for? Misconception, failures, hatred and lies... Please allow me to taste freedom and peace Let me embrace death, the whole of it Hoping this time I will see a new light To bear the pain, to cherish memories, to forget To savour my last minute, though this isn't right Whilst this sounds morbid, at last I am fine Fear death?--  Nah, I would glad

 In the middle of a crossroad, With weary eyes, she stood Puzzled, unable to choose Faults, she doesn't know whose Vivid memories burning her eyes Glimmer’s gone, replaced by lies She began to question herself "Which way should I go?" Devoid of sanity, disconsolate, Dejected from numerous regrets Should she turn left, where nothing's right Or choose the right path, with no more left? A moment of silence passed, still immobile Perplexed, she just stood still.